Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
28.Jun.22, 07:41 PM
Chironhes found himself smiling at S'far's comments. There must be something in the water. Something about dragons, their riders, and horses that caused such a disconnect. They were beautiful animals! He didn't see why more didn't like them. Even if he did Impress, Chir vowed to make time for the things he loved, horses included!
Granted, he loved Chirp a lot, too! She was a breeze to care for, and the boy found her constant comfort to be a balm. Since her arrival, he'd not found reason to feel lonely even with Sironar gone for now. Feeling her boy thinking of him, Chirp trilled brightly and nuzzled against his cheek, drawing a full grin from him.
Though, the more he thought about S'far's comment, the duller the grin grew and the more confused he became. Green? Fancy Lad was blue... And he didn't have a dragon to compete with. Tilting his head, he glanced at S'far questioningly only to note the frown on the Weyrleader's face. There was a touch of something familiar in his expression. Something heart-deep and aching, buried, but ever-present. Grief?
But before Chir could even think of how to ask about it, S'far seemed to shake himself out of the feeling and return to talking about dragons. The boy's smile returned and he nodded. He thought he was behaving pretty well! Even if he was slow to learn some things, he still tried hard and there were compliments on the progress he was making. And considering the majority of his chores were in the stables, he was really excelling there!
Chir glanced up when the sun caught on Urudith's hide. He stood up a little straighter, hopeful still to catch the dragon's notice and have a chance to mend fences.
Hello, Urudith, he tried greeting even as S'far tugged him gently out of the way of the dragon's task. It was no surprise when he was subsequently ignored and Chir battled back the disappointment. The bronze could really hold a grudge, couldn't he?
S'far's question pulled his attention away from the retreating dragon and he held up his finger suddenly with a soft gasp of memory. Bending back to the dirt again, he carefully wrote out his request.
"I go hunt?" He started to write Malvayth's name before getting lost in the letters and scratching out all but Mal. "Mal want gold wherry." Still crouched down in the dirt, he tilted his head back to get a reading from S'far to see if his written words even made sense.
Granted, he loved Chirp a lot, too! She was a breeze to care for, and the boy found her constant comfort to be a balm. Since her arrival, he'd not found reason to feel lonely even with Sironar gone for now. Feeling her boy thinking of him, Chirp trilled brightly and nuzzled against his cheek, drawing a full grin from him.
Though, the more he thought about S'far's comment, the duller the grin grew and the more confused he became. Green? Fancy Lad was blue... And he didn't have a dragon to compete with. Tilting his head, he glanced at S'far questioningly only to note the frown on the Weyrleader's face. There was a touch of something familiar in his expression. Something heart-deep and aching, buried, but ever-present. Grief?
But before Chir could even think of how to ask about it, S'far seemed to shake himself out of the feeling and return to talking about dragons. The boy's smile returned and he nodded. He thought he was behaving pretty well! Even if he was slow to learn some things, he still tried hard and there were compliments on the progress he was making. And considering the majority of his chores were in the stables, he was really excelling there!
Chir glanced up when the sun caught on Urudith's hide. He stood up a little straighter, hopeful still to catch the dragon's notice and have a chance to mend fences.
Hello, Urudith, he tried greeting even as S'far tugged him gently out of the way of the dragon's task. It was no surprise when he was subsequently ignored and Chir battled back the disappointment. The bronze could really hold a grudge, couldn't he?
S'far's question pulled his attention away from the retreating dragon and he held up his finger suddenly with a soft gasp of memory. Bending back to the dirt again, he carefully wrote out his request.
"I go hunt?" He started to write Malvayth's name before getting lost in the letters and scratching out all but Mal. "Mal want gold wherry." Still crouched down in the dirt, he tilted his head back to get a reading from S'far to see if his written words even made sense.
